"Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are" is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.
François Mauriac
You can grin, but you can't hide
All the emptiness inside
Since she left
You like
Spit in the rain.
When the last breath of life is gone from my body
And my lips are as cold as the sea
When my friends gather around for my farewell party
Won't you pretend you love me
There will be flowers from those who cry when I go
They say that I'm crazy
And it's probably true
But I'm at my happiest
Just when I'm with you
There is a distance between us (between us...)
So far that I can't reach
From Rochdale to Ocho Rios
From Ocho Rios to Dorking
From Dorking its back to Rochdale
From Rochdale to Ocho Rios
You spend half your life in transit
Hey now, heh!
What's the reason for this celebration?
Man, ya look at all those people there
Hanging round this station
Say, what's the big event?
You gotta a bad old habit of making people sad
You got a bad old habit of making people dead
Did you think you were cool
I don't really understand it
Did you think you were cool?
I don't even understand it
Oh I can change the world, with my own two hands
And make it a better place, Oh- with my own two hands
And make it a kinder place, with my own two hands
Oh with my own
With my own two hands
Trenchtown Jamaica
Gave the Wailers their soun'
Like a steppin' razor
The Brother Tosh 'im come aroun'
Yellow Man and Eek-A-Mouse
Dem a trod 'pon newer groun'
I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way
Stopped off at the North Pole to spend a holiday
I called on dear old Santa Claus
To see what I could see
He took me to his workshop
And told his plans to me, so
[Verse 1]
Goodbye my love
The country is in need of me
And I heard there were signs for war
So I'm going overseas
So don't cry my love
